My Task, My Job, My Passion

Thu, 02/13/2014 - 15:23 -- TysonVJ

My Task

As children, we were told to write.

“Write your name.”

Tyson VaShaun Jones.

“Write the date.”

February 2nd, 2001

“Your ‘y’ is too high. It’s supposed to be on the line.”

I would fix it.

“Now try writing your name in cursive.”

I'm not very good.

 

My Job

As a reporter, I’m told that Softball season is coming.

“This time of year, what's the general feeling amongst the team? Nervousness? Excitement? Apathy?”

As a reporter, I’m told students are gathering for something.

I sit amongst them, and take notes of their discussion.

As a reporter, I’m told a teacher is leaving.

“I was lucky enough to get a chance to sit down and speak with Amber King about the decision…”

 

My Passion

I notice a rise in the popularity in vampires.

"Mmm…how I do love dragon's blood," the creature said, licking his lips, stained blue with the blood of the Icicle dragon. "Especially those of the colder variety."

I see a picture of a Warrior

""Guess Toxin isn't the only weird thing about you," Reala said getting in the passenger seat."

I watch a film of a forgotten prince.

""Paid your dues? Yeah, we get it. Old news," Zane interrupted."

 

All this time writing, and all this change.

Yet, it only seems like things are just beginning.

Whether a task, a job, or passion, I enjoy writing.

That...this! Is what I want.

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